#one of these is technically done but very very rough and rushed

[spicybunni]

Love Bites

I’ve had this lingering headcanon that all the Lords in RE:VILLGE need blood to appease the cadou inside them?

Summary: Some headcanons/descriptions of how the Lords in RE Village bite you for the first time/ how they use you for your blood 🩸

WARNINGS ⚠️ blood, injury to reader, biting , rough handling, violence to reader, yandere tendencies

DONNA BENEVIENTO

🪡 - Yandere vibes with this one and you can’t convince me otherwise.

🪡- You were visiting the estate to give Donna some fabric she had requested from the village. You were one of the estate’s gardeners so going to the mansion was no big deal, besides getting a glimpse of Lord Beneviento from time to time.

🪡- She had to have some excuse for you to come into her manor alone. For some time she has been observing you from all windows of the estate and concluded she needed to have you, taste you, lock you away…

🪡 - She would trap you in once you placed the fabric on the table inside. You would panic at the sight of the doors slamming on their own, being in a dark and creepy manor such as Benevientos.

🪡- She would sneak around you in silence once she has you trapped. The dolls would move on their own in excitement and anticipation like their master. The whole atmosphere is making you panic with paranoia.

🪡 - Appearing in front of your vision suddenly with her arms outstretched to you. She rushes over before you could react. Suddenly being embraced by Lord Beneviento makes you stay still with shock, not knowing how to respond. You realize that her usual veil was missing too. You feel her hair tickle the side of your face.

“M-My Lord??…What are yo-“

“Silence.”

🪡- An unknown force would make you go nonverbal before feeling a sting on your neck that gradually gets worse. Donna is very sadistic when it comes to inflicting pain. So your whimpers and groans are music to her ears.

🪡- She would let go with a pop of her lips, licking an excess blood dripping from you. Looking directly at you once she is done. Having the biggest grin on her face, blush on her cheeks, and a little bit of your blood dripping from her mouth.

🪡 - There’s something so perverted about how she just wants you to herself, to play with and drink from.

🪡 - She will gladly leave you alone in the manor if you refuse to let her drink or give her resistance. Watching as you dodge unimaginable horrors chase you down to your new bedroom where she awaits you.

🪡 - Just holds you after she feeds from you. You would be pretty weak from how much she drinks from you to not oppose her cuddling.

“I can’t let you leave, I won’t let you!”

SALVATORE MOREAU

🐚 - Oh man, this guy is even more awkward than Donna when it comes to interacting with villagers.

🐚 - He would wobble out from his spongey abyss of the docks, and come watch you work on the windmill. You've had your share of encounters with Moreau, but always found it creepy he would watch you for a moment before approaching you.

🐚 - His bloodlust would not overtake him completely, he just had this urge to be around you all the time. He could never romantically love you since he held that spot for Mother Miranda, but he did favor you.

🐚 - One day you managed to injure yourself while hammering nails into wood. The hammer smashing your finger and breaking skin. You cursed to yourself and it seemed to draw Lord Moreau out of hiding to reach you. You jumped at first but calmed down when you realized it was just him. You showed him the little cut in your finger, signifying that you were alright. He offered you a handkerchief from his cloak to clean the blood dripping from your finger.

🐚 - You hiss at the sting of cloth rubbing against it, but it quickly subsides. You were going to toss it later, putting it in your pocket. The Lord blubbers out "W-Wait! Noo..I can take it if you'd like.." He says disappointedly. You raise an eyebrow at his reaction, but he's technically your boss so you return the handkerchief back to him. "I'm sorry it's dirty my lord, are you sure you want it back?"

🐚 - His pupils were dilated, his mouth agape as he watches the liquid is soaked up by the cloth he gave you.

"It's no t-trouble at all, I shall go fetch you some proper bandages..."

As he waddles away, he hides quickly from your view behind a boulder and sniffs the handkerchief and bites into it, trying to wring out any blood.

He would end up almost eating it before wanting to preserve your essence. 🫣

ALCINA DIMITRESCU

🩸- You were one of Alcina’s favorite servants. You knew all the rules like the back of your hand. There was no reason to brag about it though, you have done a lot precautions because you’ve seen what happens when you don’t follow in line. You just kept your head down and avoided her daughters like the plague.

🩸- Alcina does have a preference for man blood that she mixes in her wine. But she loves the taste of a fearful and devoted servant from time to time as well.

🩸- She would summon you randomly to her study, sending a maid to fetch you. The maid would look at you with pity. Nobody usually see's the lady alone unless its the head maid/butler or if you are getting fired. You respond with haste and drop whatever it is that you are doing to go there. Rushing through all servant corridors and arriving out of breath.

🩸- You would be filled with anxiety over what she could possibly want with you. She tells you to come in and to take a seat. You open the doors to your Lady in reading glasses with papers and books organized everywhere. She walks over to you as she closes up what she is doing. Towering over you as she approaches.

🩸- Much like a predator to a prey, she would circle around you as she makes small talk. And you make small replies back. She would make comments of how you are such a good servant to the Dimitrescu castle, making you turn red at the praise.

Stopping behind you, she leans down to whisper to you. Making you shake where you stand.

"-but you know Y/N, your most delicious quality is.. your obedience."

🩸- She would grab you from behind and drag you to the loveseat nearby, making you sit in her lap with your back against her chest. She uses one hand to raise your left arm up to her lips, the other is wrapped under your right arm and gripping your head in place. Your screams and cries of protest were not heard by her as she sunk her fangs into your forearm. The pain was awful, it makes your hand cramp and muscles sore from straining in one position.

🩸- If you kept freaking out as she drank from you, she would use the hand gripping your face to cover your mouth instead. Such a dreadful noise.

🩸- She wouldn't drink enough from you to make you faint, but you are most certainly weak and not in any shape to make a quick escape.

🩸- Shifting your position in her lap, she would move to carry you to her chambers for the night. All you see illuminating through the dark halls of the castle were those terrifyingly golden eyes of hers, peering down at you in her arms.

🩸- Would only approach you for your blood after the first bite, even if it meant stealing you away in front of everyone.

🩸- Will throw you against the wall if you refuse to give blood.

🩸 - Your neck and arms would be littered with dark lipstick and bite marks.

"Consider it a promotion, Y/N. You are now my new favorite drink."

KARL HEISENBERG

⚙️- This man is half lycan, of course he consumes blood.

⚙️ - He tries to reserve himself from drinking blood for as long as he can. To him it’s what separates him from his other monstrous siblings. He does get a vial from another Miranda every now and then, scolding him that he needs to take better care of himself.

⚙️ - His eyes would be blood shot and constantly have headaches when he craves blood. He’s more irritated and is easily pissed off. Making him take out a lot of rage onto his machines.

⚙️ - If it’s that time of the month for him when he transforms and joins the Lycan pack for a hunt, then there’s no controlling his blood lust.

⚙️- Meaning if you were to pass by in his factory, covered in sweat and body hot from working near the factory fires, he would pounce you immediately. Or if you were to approach him asking “Lord Heisenberg…are you alright?” He would grab you by the hand and hold you from behind, biting into your neck.

⚙️ - His bites are the worst, they are so painful it would make you well up with tears and hyperventilating after your initial scream of agony.

⚙️ - With his intense bloodlust he would most likely drink you dry, or be very close to killing you, making you go limp in his hold either way.

⚙️- If you woke up, it would be in an office/bedroom in his factory. Your neck would be bandaged and sore. You go to touch it but your hand is restrained by a cuff to the bed post.

⚙️ - He realizes its a better solution to his lycan transformation, just having a person for his own feeding so he doesn’t harm the village. At least that’s less of a bother Miranda which means she leaves him alone. Problem solved! But not for you. He would limit your exploring to only one side of factory, isolating you from the rest of your old coworkers who wondered what happened to you.

⚙️ - Will not hesitate to drink from you in his Lycan form as a punishment for refusing him. Which is way worse than dealing with his “human” form.

⚙️ - Is not great with wound aftercare besides bandaging your bite marks. He just treats you like a meal and would leave until he gets hungry again. Doesn’t bother talking with you unless it’s to give you an order.

“Normally I would have let you go, but I never thought a villager would be so tasty. So now you must stay. Or face becoming one with my factory Y/N!”

MOTHER MIRANDA

🕷️ - You just really have no choice when it comes to the villager leader. You are to do as ordered without question or face her wrath like everyone else.

🕷️ - Her interest in you only went so far as seeing how devoted you were to her. You would always offer yourself as a volunteer to help her or do small favors for Mother Miranda. Were you a good person? Maybe. Were you actually just trying to get in her good graces? Yes.

🕷️ - Miranda didn’t usually partake in consumption of blood. She left that sort of activity to her children mostly. From time to time however she would taste the samples in her lab of villagers who passed or failed her experiments for the Cadou. She would feel her body react positively to the small drink.

🕷️ - Recently she was feeling weak and exhausted every time she used her powers. Drained of all energy at the stupid meetings with her children regarding this pitiful village. She thought that she could try you out, and if you died in the process? Well, she could consume another.

🕷️ - The cruel thing is that she knew you wouldn’t refuse her request. You would do anything to be helpful or if use to her right? So just be silent and still.

🕷️ - “You want to help me don’t you, Y/N?” She asks with a malicious tone in her voice.

🕷️ - She would be up close to your face, her glowing golden eyes piercing into yours as she holds your face in her hands. She would slowly guide her hand behind your back, arching you and supporting your weight. Moving your face to one side, she would lean down and bite.

🕷️ - There is only a little pain from the puncture, but the sting of her sucking you blood out makes you yelp and twitch in her arms. You thought this would be over quickly but her lips have yet to leave you.

🕷️ - Once she has a taste it was difficult for her to stop. Her black wings come out and flutter as she drinks from you. In your vision, all you see is her blond hair and wings extending out before you fall into a slight blood loss slumber.

🕷️ - After the first taste, she did not want to let you go. You would tell the whole village how she abused your devotion just to take from you. As she locked up Mia in a isolated cell she would do the same to you. Except you were given more than Mia was. A bed and table with books. Your basic needs were met but your life was changed forever. Becoming only a blood pack for Mother Miranda to feed off of when she was feeling low. If you dared to give her any trouble in feeding from you she would discipline you until you understood your place, restraining you with black tree roots and muffling your cries with her hand as she would have her fill of you.

[rockstvrdotcom]

♱☫ ⪼ "silly little brat"

hi guys ik u missed me

fem reader btw

summary: a story in which you and feitan hatefuck after getting into a heated argument after the both of you fuck up a mission

tw/cw: hatefuck, spanking, degradation, name calling (bitch, slut, whore, etc), spanking, slapping, hair pulling, feitans a total b word, rough sex, slight knife play? not rlly feitan js threatens u wit a knife (technically his umbrella) and cuts thru ur panties 😝, dub-con (if u squint)

"oh my gosh. can't you just admit it was your fault? you literally got in the way right when i was about to punch h-" your rambling was interrupted by a loud thump, feitans hand making contact with the table; watching as the wood split.

"shut up. you're too loud" he muttered quietly. you scoffed, rolling your eyes. you blinked as you watched him walk towards you, little to no expression on his face.

he took out his umbrella, pointing the sharp end to your face. "you annoy me. very much." he said, his mask thingy; or whatever the hell it is— slipping off his chin just a little bit to reveal a small frown. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

"wow! thanks! i didn't notice." you said sarcastically, before you could even let out a small laugh; he had you pinned to the wall in just a blink.

your breath hitched. he had one hand next to your neck and against the wall. his lips curled into a small— mischevious smile. he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "what the hell are you doing-"

"shhh." he cut you off, his hand now moving from your ear to your waist. his thumb rubbed circles; your mouth was slightly opened. you were confused, but went along with it— there was very obviously sexual tension in the room while you guys were arguing. his hand retracted from your waist, now sliding his thumb along your bottom lip.

"silly little brat, i might have to teach you a lesson." he chuckled. you looked into his eyes— his pupils now blown with lust. he pulled you close, bringing you in for a deep kiss. you kissed back, your tongues dancing with eachother.

while you were distracted, he took his umbrella, sliding his hand down the waistband of your pants/skirt. next thing you knew, your panties were cut in half; falling to the ground. you bit your lip as feitans hand snaked down dangerously close to your cunt.

"i don't even know if you deserve prep.. dumb slut. what do you think?" he asked, his tone mocking you. you didn't know what to say. you just stood there, wondering what he would do next.

he took your silence as an answer. "oh— so no prep? had no idea you were a whore." he teased, dipping his middle finger inbetween your dripping wet folds.

"you probably wouldn't have needed it anyway. i've barely done anything and your cunt is already drenched" you felt your cheeks turn red as he spoke. he took his middle finger and shoved it in your mouth, making you taste yourself on his finger.

"fuck. i need you s'bad feitan," you cried out, bucking up your hips into nothing. he raised his eyebrows in amusement, chuckling. "wan' you in me, please." he watched you beg, finding it funny how just a second ago you were arguing and now your begging him to fuck you stupid.

"i think i might be a bit too big for you, you think it'll fit in your tight cunt?" he laughed, then wiped his hand on his baggy pants. giving you a look that told you that he'd let you take the lead for now. your hands rushed to take off the layers of clothing he had on. you were both making out on the table that he almost broke; once everything besides his pants was off, you admired the way his dick stretched the fabric of his pants— begging to be let out. your eyes trailed up to his abs, covered in scars.

you palmed him through his pants, watching his pupils dilate in pleasure. "fuck, its' so big," you whined, eyelashes fluttering innocently "don't know if s'gonna fit, baby" you complained, lowering your head down to his crotch as he sat up on the table. he grunted in impatience as you slowly took the waistband of his pants with your teeth and slowly slid it down.

"hurry up before i do it myself." he demanded, taking a fistful of your hair. he looked down at you, taking in the look you were giving him. you looked up at him innocently, eyes glossy and hair messed up. he licked his lips, his boxers feeling tighter.

now that his pants were gone, you became eager. you quickly slipped his boxers off. you watched his cock spring out— making you second guess even more if you could take it, he smirked when he saw your reaction.

and now he was tired of your slow pace, he grabbed you by the hips and bent you over the table. you let out a breathy moan as you felt his dick against your ass, looking behind you to see the sight of him spitting on his dick and stroking his cock; using his spit as lube.

you arched your back and backed up into him so your pussy would make contact with his crotch. "calm down. be patient or you won't get fucked, dumb bitch" he tsked, grabbing your breast and kneading it roughly. his hand released your breast, and moved back down to his dick, stroking it roughly before sliding it up and down your folds; covering his tip in your slick.

"put it in alread—" you begged, but stopped mid sentence when you felt a stinging pain on your ass. you looked up at feitan, who looked back at you.

"you're not one to make demands, sweetheart. i told you to be patient, didn't i?" feitan said, wincing as he grabbed you by the chin. all you could do was nod in agreement, your lips pursed shut.

he aligned the tip with your entrance, licking his lips as if he was about to eat a delicious meal.

you whimpered in both pain and pleasure when you felt him slide inside you roughly— his cock stretching out your walls and leaving no time for you to adjust to his size as he began to thrust in and out of your wet cunt as if his life depended on it. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, your moans and pants mixing with feitans grunts and groans to create a harmony.

curses spilt out of feitans lips, his eyes focused on your pussy and your pussy only. the sight of your cunt squeezing and gripping him; refusing to let go as he slipped in and out of you.

you looked behind you to see his thumb drawing shapes with your clit. "fuck.." you muttered as the pleasure of him playing with your clit added to the pleasure of him fucking in and out of you.

"hah— it's like this pussy was made for me. squeezing around me so nicely; she just doesn't wanna let me go." feitan laughed inbetween grunts, his cock throbbing— he felt it and so could you. your cheeks were flushed red, short breaths escaping your mouth.

"fuck– i'm close." you moaned out, cursing as you felt your stomach tighten. his eyebrows perked up in amusement, his pace picking up even though you thought it couldn't get any faster; but it did.

you almost gasped as he thrusted in and out of you so much more deeper and faster than before— your moans stuck in your throat, his speed leaving you speechless. "fuck, feitan, s- slow down!" you begged, tears forming at the waterline of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

"you can take it." he purred into your ear, grabbing you roughly by the hair. the mix of pain and pleasure was just enough to drive you over the edge.

the feeling of pleasure and euphoria washed over you, clouding your vision. you squeezed around feitan, about to let out a loud moan until he covered your mouth with his hand. "shh.. i think i can hear the rest of the troupe coming back" he whispered. the thought of getting caught made your walls flutter around him, the pleasure of you tightening around him bringing him closer and closer.

finally you felt him release his warm load inside of you, biting your lip so whimpers don't escape your mouth. he pulled out of you, watching his spend leak out of your used hole. "what a pretty pussy.." he took his fingers, swiping up his cum that was flowing out and shoving it back in you. a silent moan came out of your mouth— only to be replaced by feitans fingers.

you both heard the sound of approaching footsteps. panic swept through you. "oh my god-" you said as you pulled up your pants quickly and put on your shirt. you looked over to feitan who was doing the same.

just as you tidied yourself up, machi walked in first. then the rest of the troupe. you sat on the floor, fiddling with strands of your hair as if nothing had happened.

[calistrae]

pillow talk. richarlison

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pairing: richarlison x gn!reader

warnings: very slightly suggestive if you blink (just in case: minors dni!)

notes: i went to check my inbox and there were like five requests for richarlison and i kind of feel bad for not posting anything for him earlier lmao but here you are loves <3 hope it's worth the VERY long wait! and tysm for 300 followers, i really appreciate it!

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as late hours of the night ticked away, you found yourself in bed, snuggled up under multiple blankets as the air in london was getting colder with each passing day. your boyfriend had left for training over three hours ago and you couldn't wait for him to return.

every minute of your day up until now had been rough - being on your feet all day and finally you were in the comfort of your soft, cloud-like bed. the only thing that would make this moment better would be his arms around you, keeping you close and drawing you into him. he couldn't be away for much longer, right? it had already been so long but time only seemed to pass slower. maybe it was your despair causing you to feel this way.

you had barely seen each other before he was headed out to training, the most you got was a gentle peck on the lips that promised to be back as soon as possible. it felt like an eternity away from the current moment but as if angels had answered your prayers, you heard the slam of your front door. not an aggressive one, just a slam. you heard him shuffle his jacket and boots off and it didn't take long until he was upstairs.

neither of you wanted to do anything but be in one another's arms, you could see that from the way he plopped down onto the matress, not even bothering to remove any of his clothes. "hi" you simply muttered as he wrapped his firm frame around your body, his head resting in the crook of your neck. "meu amor, you can't even imagine how hectic today has been."

"i've been running around all day as well, my feet are killing me." you admitted and he nodded lightly, which caused his hair to rub up against your skin and you couldn't help but chuckle a little. at this, his smile grew and he took a quick glance at your face "for someone that had a rough day, you still look awfully beautiful." he hummed and adjusted himself so he leaned above you, his hands supporting himself but he couldn't hold himself up for much longer as his arms gave out in less than half a minute.

"rough session?" you questioned with a small smile and kissed his cheek to which he nodded and sighed "coach was trying to kill us, i swear." you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, drawing him closer as if there was any space left between the two of you. just by touching him, you could feel the tension in his muscles and hadn't you been so tired, you would've given him a massage. instead, you opted for giving him gentle kisses on his cheeks and temples.

"i feel like my boss hates me. they're always giving me a hundred different tasks and i have to get them done by the end of the day even if they're not things that don't technically have to be rushed." you ranted and groaned quietly, looking over at him every few seconds to make sure he was still listening. and he was, his eyes on you as he slowly nodded along. sometimes this was all you needed, you didn't need him to say anything but you had reassurance that he was listening. your relationship had always been turbulent, so moments like this were so important.

just the two of you in each other's embrace, talking about your days while snuggling up underneath the cushions. nothing in the whole world could disturb how at peace and relaxed you felt.

"missed you so much too. really didn't help with the stress." you added as you were finally finished with rambling on about how difficult your day had been. "oh, amor. i missed you too. so much." he whispered and you felt him place his palm on your cheek, carefully pulling you in before he placed a kiss on your lips.

you weren't sure how long you had been laying there by now. you were now facing each other as your boyfriend's hand gingerly dragged across your features, a tired smile on his lips. "you are so beautiful." you couldn't help but blush, turning your face into the pillow beneath your head "you keep repeating that and it's making me blush!" you accused, which made him laugh.

"well, yes, meu amor. that's my job. but i can do way more than just make you blush." he pointed out with a mischievous smile and god, that grin looked so stupid. his comment made you roll your eyes and lightly, you swung your hand at his arm, giving it a gentle swat.

"if you keep doing that, i'll show you what i can do!" he 'threatened' as he pinned himself above you once again, caging you between his arms as he stared at you with a smirk dancing on his lips.

"mhm, and if you keep teasing, i'll show you my own skills and we all know you can't resist" you countered and matched his expression. in response, you heard a whine before all of his weight laid on top of you "don't tease. i'm way too tired for this." he groaned.

"you started it! and get off me, you're like a bag of rocks" you argued but went quiet when you heard a quiet snore.

oh boy.

[kamil-a]

end of s4 spoilers hale fic hiiii

when jacob hale looks up, he sees the sky.

it's a brilliant shade of blue. higher up than any ceiling, crisscrossed by wires here and there between buildings. puffs of white, clouds, float lazily across. it makes him dizzy to look at. he sits down heavily on the concrete before he falls.

concrete, there's another new one. well, technically not new, he thinks, but.... no, new, it can be new. as far as he's concerned he's never ever seen it before. he's seen tile and linoleum and sometimes carpet and metal and the rough, chalky surface of typhon itself, but not sidewalk. it's harsh and scratches his hands.

wind. birdsong. he's behind a building, alone save for a few full garbage bins (aerolith standard, familiar) but he can hear the chatter of people walking around, probably doing a great deal better getting out of their pods than he. the rattle rattle rushing-by of people with stretchers for those who have done worse.

uncontrollably, he starts to cry. the sky blurs. he curls up, buries his face in his knees. the fabric of his pants is familiar against his cheek. he cries even more.

he half-expects (hopes?) any second now to hear a whirr from inside his head, and for the tears to stop like a faucet turned off- do not waste fluids, a lecture on the dangers of dehydration. it doesn't happen, of course. he keeps crying. he can't stop it alone.

eventually- he has no idea how long- there is a sound, a chime in his head. general notice. it is sunset, speaker informs everyone. hale lets the broadcast wash over him. your schedule will be delivered individually. you should be wherever you're supposed to be when the sun goes down.

and then, softer, just to him- i recommend watching.

so he looks, of course.

it isn't the quick dimming of lights he's used to. slowly, the sky begins to change. it's almost too subtle to notice it until suddenly there it is, the sky lit up in pinks and oranges. more colors he's never seen before. it's breathtaking. (every breath he does take smells of something new.) he wants to look away, hide his face in his hands, but it has been recommended that he watch this. so he looks. of course.

when it is finally all dark-

well, what did you think of your first sunset?

there is even more of a smile than usual in speaker's voice.

"i-" hale coughs, unused to speaking. his throat is dry. he tries again. it waits for him.

"it's beautiful," he says, more because he thinks it's what speaker wants to hear than anything else. it's objectively true, though. it is beautiful. he just doesn't know what to think about it.

his stomach twists.

you must be hungry, speaker says, but he really doesn't want to eat right now. well, speaker has all the data. perhaps he is hungry.

i would have you report to the cafeteria, but... in this case, i think your current location is an advantage. you will want to stay inconspicuous, and there is very low traffic to this area until the garbage gets removed tomorrow morning. I'll have something brought out to you.

he sits. he thinks about food. fine, maybe he's hungry. after a few minutes a small construct (is that what he looked like?) rolls out to him bearing a container and a large bottle, before sweeping up some loose dirt and litter and rolling away.

I gave you more than your usual hydration portion to account for the lost fluids, speaker explains. the practicality grounds him. he starts out with a sip of whatever it is- the same electrolyte solution as he's used to. emboldened, he opens the container. vegetables, thats something he knows. instant mashed potato. the protein source is unfamiliar, but the smell makes his mouth water. speaker is thrilled about it, so he's fortunately saved from having to ask.

aerolith dynamics is proud to inform you that that is grilled salmon you've got on your plate! So recently brought back from extinction, and immediately jumped to the top three in favorite protein source surveys among our earth division. go on, have a bite.

he bites. chews slowly, swallows. it's not bad. he couldn't say what's in it. salt, perhaps.... lemon?

you don't get that on typhon, do you! speaker sounds smug.

"I've had fish," he says automatically. he doesn't like the dig at typhon's food. he can't explain why. he just doesn't. he takes another bite so speaker won't ask him about it and he doesn't have to admit that the lab-synthezised "tuna fish" sandwich he and some other brave souls tried out at lunch for a week before it was recalled didn't resemble this whatsoever. and that this probably tastes, objectively, way better. his stomach churns. he feels sick. you dont simply skip a meal at aerolith and waste valuable food, and throw off your nutrition plan. he forces a bite of mashed potato into his mouth.

your brain needs proper nutrition to run. as he eats and drinks he can start to see the shape of what bothers him, and it's so stupid. it's embarassing. he can't tell speaker, can't risk insulting it, but he can think the words at least. speaker is in his head but not, you know, in his head.

he's earthstained.

literally- as in, the gravel in his boots and the dirt on the back of his pants. but also, it has only been a few hours and already he has looked up at the sky. he has seen his first sunset, and tomorrow he will probably see his first sunrise. he knows how dark the night gets, the sounds of birds. every breath he takes smells of earth.

when things go back to normal, he-

they won't. not his normal, anyway. he's going to be "set free".

but- he cant help but imagine going back to the only life he knows- if he did ever go back. he would be like all the others, another resident who sighs and says they miss clouds, they miss birds, that they miss the way the air smells after it rains, the air smells so sterile here. someone would say they miss being able to watch the sunset and he would agree. and he would miss the sunset too.

he- sven-he, not hale-he- had been asked for feedback, that time with the tuna sandwich. he'd been the first to take a bite, and he'd said "it's good", earning various doubtful looks from everyone else (and one the nutrition technician will be delighted to hear that, thank you for your feedback.) the person sitting across from him took a bite next. they chewed it thoughtfully, swallowed, and said "it's not bad, but it's not the real thing."

he forces into his mouth another bite of the real thing.

sayer would probably know a story about this.

[digimonloving]

Can I ask for Omnimon nsfw alphabet if it hasn’t already been done that is.

Omnimon NSFW Alphabet

CW: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI

We're going with him not being huge like he's usually shone - more size like in Cyber Sleuth for this for reference!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Omnimon is such a good boy when it comes to aftercare!!! He's so sweet and cuddly afterwards, and always asks if he accidentally did too much. Most times he just wants to sit and cuddle with his partner after sex, but he has to make sure they're hydrated, and properly cleaned up first before he can really enjoy his time with them

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Omnimon doesn't quite have a favourite body part of his, there's no part of him he enjoys more than the other.

He loves ALL of his partner; you can't ask him to choose what specifically he likes!!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Omnimon always asks if he can cum inside his partner, or asks where they'd like him to cum. He likes the sight of it rushing down their thighs the best, though. But he's happy seeing it anywhere on them, or not. However his partner feels about it, really.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He kind of wants his partner to dominate/peg him. There's just something about being made submissive that he thinks would be... quite interesting.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Omnimon isn't quite well versed in such things, but it doesn't take him long to figure everything out if he's guided a little bit. This big boy is a fast learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary/mating press. He more likes the closeness the position(s) bring, and it lets him gauge how he's doing from their reactions.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Omnimon isn't really a goofy lad, nor is he really serious! He prefers the moment is a bit more serious, but not overly so. If his partner finds humor in something he did, he doesn't mind sharing a small laugh over it with them

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't have any pubic hair, technically a clean shaven boi

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Omnimon prefers his romance and intimacy. Holding his partner close (while being very careful when it comes to the large heads of WarGreymon and MetalGarurumon that he has for hands), and whispering sweet nothings to them

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Omnimon doesn't masturbate - it's just not something he really does! Aside from the issue of his hand situation, he never really feels the need to either way. It's only when his partner is around that he kinda gets a little needy, and needs them to help him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Size difference

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Omnimon refuses to do it anywhere else but in a bedroom! He just won't have that, he likes the privacy and the intimacy of a bedroom more than anything else

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

GRAB THIS MANS HIPS/WAIST. There's something about suddenly being grabbed and then rubbed teasingly along those areas that just gets him going!!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything to do with pain - spanking, choking

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Omnimon doesn't have a preference. IF his partner wants to give him oral, they absolutely don't have to, but if they say they want to, he does his best to return the favor as best he can.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Omnimon much prefers a slow and sensual pace, never too rough or too much. He likes to take his time with his partner, make them feel good. He only gets a little fast when he's close to the end, and ready to stuff his knot into them (if they want it)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Omnimon isn't a fan of quickies, funny enough. He likes to take his time with his partner, so getting him to agree to one is... tough.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's willing to experiment, so long as it's nothing too extreme!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Omnimon has.... Way too much stamina for a human to handle. Being a Digimon that's a fusion of two, he has both their strength and their stamina. He stops when his partner is tuckered out or had enough and asks him to stop. He doesn't want them to pass out, so if it seems like they will, he's stopping for the night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't own any sort of toys, but if his partner brings them in to use, he might get curious as to how it'll go.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Omnimon despises teasing - unless it's on him. He will never be unfair to his partner and tease them overly so, but teasing on him no matter how long... he won't complain about it (well, so to say)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Omnimon isn't very loud, but he will moan only loud enough for his partner to hear. He gets a bit embarrassed about it, but he cant' help it!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Omnimon is so gentle when it comes to gripping his partner with the mouths of the heads that are his hands. He's so gentle picking them up or holding their legs - or more innocently just holding their hands. He does like to grip his partner by the back of their shirt with one of the mouths as if he were a cat picking up their little kitten - simply because it amuses him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Since Omnimon is made of two Digimon, his cock has both a knot at the base of it, and draconic little nubs that line the underside and sides of it. Lengthy, and a bit thicker at the bottom, along with the knot.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not high

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Omnimon always waits for his partner to fall asleep before he falls asleep, so it depends on how long his partner stays awake after everything

[artemis-entreri]

[[ The cover for the upcoming Drizzt novel, which is also the final installation in The Way of the Drow trilogy, has been revealed. The cover artist is David Palumbo, who also did the cover art for Glacier’s Edge. 

Lolth appears in her drider form in this cover, which is one of her three most common forms. Lolth’s other two forms are that of a beautiful drow woman and that of an enormous spider with a drow woman’s head where the spider’s head would be. We see white markings shown on Lolth’s face, which look to be the Lolth’s favor markings that were introduced in summer 2022, and which also apparently have been all but forgotten by WotC since then.

Other than the technical skill demonstrated by the artist, the cover art feels to me like it was done by someone else. Aside from a similar skin palette to Glacier’s Edge, Drizzt’s face does not look the same. It is a much more static cover, which makes it a lot less interesting to look at than Glacier’s Edge’s cover. It is unclear what the artist’s intention for Drizzt’s pose is in this cover; I’d guess that he’s supposed to be in the middle of combat or whatever that Lolth is pulling his strings to do, but it is very stiff and looks more like he’s just posing with his scimitars. The artwork feels a lot more rushed, the blending is rough and the level of rendering is lower. Overall, it’s still a better cover than that of Starlight Enclave, but it definitely takes second place to Glacier Edge’s cover art. ]]

[lovelyfanatical]

I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 9.2

Greetings, fellow Drukkari stans! You're getting this mini-chapter while I'm on vacation, so I'm writing to you across space and time! 🤪 If you've fallen behind and need to catch up, you can find all previous installments on my Table of Contents here. Druig and Makkari have cleared the air and Druig is resolved to forget about his feelings, but can he? Find out now in the next mini-chapter of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!

The showstopper was proving to be a bit of a disaster. Druig hadn't really thought he'd make it to patisserie week, and with all his fretting over Makkari, he hadn't practiced his bakes for this week that much. So, while the other bakers were busy perfecting their delicate gateaus, Druig was quite sure his was lopsided, and no amount of edible gold would be able to hide it. He was proven correct when Arishem pointed it out during judging. He also found the chocolate rather plain, adding insult to injury.

As with everything else, Druig pushed it aside for now, but this proved rather difficult when interview time rolled around. Considering how the challenge had gone, Darcy had Makkari ready and waiting to conduct his interview. Little did she know that it wouldn't help much this time. Druig did his best to act normal, but he could practically feel himself clamming up more and more with every question. Overall, it still wasn't his worst interview, but Makkari could sense something was off.

Despite this, Makkari didn't pry. Not yet, at least. On the one hand, Druig was grateful. After all, it saved him the anxiety of telling her what was wrong. On the other hand, it made for a pretty awkward lunch. They and Kingo were the first ones to the table. While they swapped bakes and delivered their usual praise, the unsaid words hung in the air between them, making them lapse into plenty of uneasy silences. Even Kingo could feel it, and for once, he didn't comment on it. This was the state Phastos and Gil found them in.

"Rough day, huh?" Gil said, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"You could say that," Druig answered.

"Well, we've still got two challenges left. Things could still change," Phastos added. It was still basic, but he was picking up signs and including them where he could.

Very true, Phastos, Makkari concurred, giving him a small smile.

"Hey, at least you'll be back next week either way," Kingo chimed in.

"I suppose that's true," Druig muttered pensively. "Thank you all for trying to cheer me up, but I'd rather not think too hard about it right now."

"We can do that," Gil replied confidently. "Since we're changing the subject, should I tell you guys about my date with Thena?"

Tell us everything!  Makkari signed frantically, a smile springing to her face. Druig couldn't help but smile himself at the sight, even if he could still feel his heart sinking from that morning. With a deep breath, he tried to let the feeling dissipate as he listened to Gilgamesh go into detail about where he and Thena went, what kind of coffee she drank, and how they spent hours talking about anything and everything. And for a little while, Druig did start to forget why he was feeling this way.

-

Lunch was a nice reprieve, but once they were back in the tent, the pressure returned, along with all the things Druig had been avoiding thinking about. He'd been trying to just concentrate on the technical challenge, but with only four of them left, his eyes began to wander to Makkari's station. She was quite focused on the task at hand, making dough for her palmiers. After staring at her a moment too long, Druig averted his gaze, mentally admonishing himself. He was so preoccupied that he ended up overbaking his own palmiers, and with no time left to try again, he had no choice but the present them for judgment. No teeth were chipped, thankfully, but Druig could tell he'd earned last place this week.

Considering how well everyone else had done so far, Druig was coming to the realization that something disastrous would have to befall one of the other bakers if he was to make it to the final next week. He didn't wish that on any of them, least of all Makkari. He'd made it this far, which was much farther than he ever expected. Even so, it was not an easy pill to swallow. Druig was still grappling with this as he waited for his next interview. Another figure took the seat next to him, breaking him out of his reverie.

"So, how are you feeling about… everything?" Phastos asked.

"I should probably save some of it for the interview," Druig began, "but to answer your question, not great."

"Right, of course. Stupid question," Phastos mumbled. "Alright, I'm not great at comforting people outside of my husband and child, so I'm just going to ask what I actually wanted to ask. Just know that you do not need to answer if you don't want to."

"Okay, then?"

Taking a deep breath, Phastos let loose his question: "What's the deal with you and Makkari this week? Did you break up or something?"

If Druig was drinking something, he would've choked on it. As he was not, he merely let out an undignified noise that sounded somewhere between a snort and gasp.

"I guess I hit the nail on the head," Phastos observed triumphantly.

"Not quite. Makkari and I aren't dating."

"Oh," Phastos said, triumph replaced with confusion. "Then what have I been watching the past few weeks?"

Druig merely raised an eyebrow at this, which spurred the other man to keep going.

"Alright, then did you have a fight or something?"

"No, we just… had a misunderstanding, but we cleared that up, so everything is fine," Druig explained carefully.

"Ah, that explains why you're so busy watching her that you burned your palmiers."

"I didn't burn them, just overbaked them."

"Whatever. My point is, and again, you don't have to answer if you don't want to-"

"You say that, but you keep asking."

"And you keep answering. My point is that I can tell something's bothering you, and I know we're not exactly close, but if you want to talk about it… I promise I won't tell anyone here. Just my husband, who's been asking me about all the bakers. Also, I'd rather not have a repeat of lunch tonight at dinner."

Druig watched him out of the corner of his eye. Phastos seemed sincere enough as he awaited his response. Druig sighed loudly before giving him an answer.

"Okay, the short version is we accidentally slept in the same bed and were both a bit embarrassed. She wants to forget about the whole thing, but I don't know if I can do that."

"Oh." Phastos lapsed into silence as he mulled this over, but it didn't last long. "And you don't want to forget because you like her."

"Hit the nail on the head that time," Druig conceded.

"Well, you should probably respect her wishes, which it seems you're already doing. But clearly, it's still eating at you, so this isn't going to be sustainable. Sounds like you need to talk to her."

"You got all that from our conversation just now?"

"That and Ben's hypotheses, which I didn't put much stock in before since he was only getting his info from me, but even from my impartial observations, he could tell that you liked her," Phastos explained. "Look, I'm not one to play matchmaker or love guru or whatever, but I really don't want to deal with more awkward group meals, so for my sake, consider telling her how you feel? Unless you think that will end up making things even more awkward. You know her better than me. Just use your best judgment, I guess."

Phastos had rushed through his last few sentences as he saw Darcy approaching. As he got up to go to his interview, Druig added, "Thanks, Phastos."

The other man gave him an emphatic nod before following Darcy.

-

It was fun to write a bit more Phastos! Hopefully he's not too OOC. Let me know how I did!

Part 32

[mermaidsirennikita]

What are the best marriage in trouble romance books in your opinion?

The Day of the Duchess by Sarah MacLean--There are actual real issues in the marriage (the loss of the baby, him cheating) and the grovel is sooo good. I don't think you could get over what he did as a reader if you didn't feel how PASSIONATELY he loved her in his POV. It's a very "people are not perfect and we need to accept that shit" book.

Lady Isabella's Scandalous Marriage by Jennifer Ashley--AMAZING book. I really liked that theirs was a marriage they sort of rushed into because they were so swept away by feeling, and that, as much as their loss, was what tore them apart? Like, they just really didn't have any business being married people. They (especially he) needed to grow the fuck up. Also, the feeling of familiarity is so good.

Private Arrangements by Sherry Thomas--Though they really spent more time apart than they did as a married couple, I think there's a great sense of "snappish almost divorced people" in this one. And I love a sex deal.

Before I Let Go by Kennedy Ryan--Technically, they're divorced by the time the book begins, but it reads like they're doing work they should've done before and it's GREAT.

Winterblaze by Kristen Callihan--This maaaay be the best marriage in trouble book I've read, because they were sooooo married? Like, fourteen years of happy marriage, I think. But she was a witch the whole time and he had no idea, and then he was maimed in part because of the secrets she kept and he left her ass.... and now she has to make sure he's protected while investigating this supernatural issue, because she's not over it. There's angry sex (and I think they deflowered each other back in the day...?). There's an AMAZING reveal that puts the plot in a totally different place. There's so much fucking longing on both sides. They're two people who deeply know each other and yet don't at all.

Meet Me in Monte Carlo by Cate C. Wells--So fun and so angsty. She runs out on him because he forgot their anniversary and has been a generally meh to poor husband lol. They stay stuck on each other in part because of their physical connection (they both have an affinity for really rough sex and CNC) but now they have to make a connection bEYOND that. It's great.

Charlotte and the Seductive Spymaster by Grace Callaway--Marriage in trouble because he faked his death and now he's back after 12 years! Hurt feelings, fun times, and amaaaazing sex scenes. (Including a scene wherein she shows him how she kept herself occupied while he was gone--thank God for Victorian dildos.)

There are a couple more I really like that involve married couples, but they were never actually together physically--The Courtesan Duchess by Joanna Shupe and Possession by Andriana Anders.

[pinkaxolotl85]

no rush of course but i am so excited for your hesperus skin!!

Thank you so much om gosh, and thank you everyone else who's said lovely things about it in the replies !! It super truly means the world to me and has kept me motivated.

I'm so sorry it's taking so long, if anyone wants it out as soon as possible it's me 😭I just have a lot of things on my plate right now and I'm working on not spreading myself too thin.

It is getting worked on slowly and steadily but a lot of work for it isn't the fun design-ey kind but the boring bug-fixing and size adapting kind. It's slow going with not a lot of fun flashy things to show for it 😭😭

It's maybe 75% done. Right now it's technically a fully functional skin (I'm using it as my main driver!) but just rough around the edges.

It's notoriously very hard to estimate ones workload, but if I'm still working on it by late this year and haven't put it out I'll probably cry, so there's your estimate haha.

Thank you everyone once again, I hope it'll live up to expectations when it's released <3

[dredshirtroberts]

it's been 15 years since i learned my biofamily didn't actually want me around.

I'd gone off for two weeks away to be a counselor in training at a summer camp. The intention was the potentially try and get hired for the full summer the next year, so it was a good trial run to see how i did far away from my support system for a long period of time. I was 17. I had just gone through a really rough breakup right before i'd left, and i'd been dropped off by my mother - our first time being just the two of us for longer than 3 hours since... maybe since my sister had been born, 14 years prior.

I cherished that car ride with my mother. I was really stoked about it and I thought we were having a great time. It's important to note i'd been away from home for a week or so at a time previously. I'd done sleepaway camp and i've never seen my parents get teary-eyed at dropping me off anywhere. They weren't the most emotionally-vulnerable people i already knew, so it didn't surprise me but like. A little regret and pre-missing wouldn't have hurt but like. We didn't do that as a family - that was a thing I felt alone and expressed on my own time. Expressing it to my family just made them make noises of agreement at me and then try and redirect me to how much fun i was about to have - distraction from my pre-homesickness i guess?

About 3-4 days prior to leaving, i'd been unceremoniously dumped in the middle of a documentary, he then made out with me, and then stayed until dinner was ready which took a whole monopoly game, and then STAYED FOR DINNER before leaving immediately afterwards. i was not in a great place emotionally, but my parents hadn't even noticed i'd been broken up with even when i went and sat on the couch and cried during Ghost Adventures because that had been my first ever shot at a romantic relationship and i was convinced i'd blown it. I was 17 and figured i'd lost my one and only shot at being able to get married and have kids and settle down like a Proper Girl is supposed to do. It was a 2 week "relationship", it's okay i was a slightly delusional 17yo as it was, not to mention all the patriarchy and religious crap i'd absorbed, on top of the worship of capitalism's ballsack.

this is to set the stage for how those two weeks away from everyone i knew would go.

i had a phone with one of those slide-out keyboards (this was just slightly before smartphones took off), and that was my ONLY connection to the outside world. I could technically access facebook, but the wifi in the dorms we were staying in were spotty. I didn't have money for food outside of what was provided during when the campers were on site. So on the weekend between sessions I was surviving off of poptarts from the vending machine while EVERYONE ELSE went to a waterpark together.

including the other counselor in training.

I was EXTREMELY alone for those two weeks.

I was very excited for my time away from home to be done. I wanted to go back to my room, i wanted to be in my space and talk to my friends on my computer because that was the only place i had friends. I wanted my mommy who'd left me there two weeks ago to come back and pick me up and hold me and tell me i existed and was worthy of love. I wanted my dad to hug me and tell me it was going to be okay and that it wasn't my last shot at happiness.

I was the last to be picked up. I was so excited I rushed out on my bad knee, sprinting towards them and launched myself into their arms.

They weren't ready, and quickly disengaged from the hug, teased me for being so excited, teased me for the tears I was feeling well up. Teased me for a speech pattern i didn't know i had but they'd picked up was from me in the interim time and were doing it with sly smiles and joking nudges back and forth for a LONG while before they clued me in on why they were doing that. like. Possibly not until after our lunch.

and I learned i wasn't wanted. I was a joke to my whole family. They talk about me negatively behind my back. And only negatively. They didn't miss me except the ways they could make fun of me.

I'd been gone for two weeks with no money and no support. I came back and nothing changed from that status quo for a while.

I never got hired at that camp the next year. When my application was rejected it hurt, but i also couldn't fathom going away from a summer to be rejected by my peers again and then come home to people who gave zero shits about me.

The next year I went many states away to live with my mom's cousin as a live-in nanny and do an internship at a graphic design company. I had money and more support and love in Louisiana than I'd ever found in Virginia. I never wanted to leave, but i'd already been signed up for classes at the local community college that next year back home, so I had to go back.

My parents weren't even in town to come pick me up from the train station. It was my sister and my Nana who came and got me and they were both irritated by the drive and the wait. No one was excited that I was home again.

I didn't feel missed upon coming back home until I was living with my big-E Ex and i'd gone off to be a counselor at the new camp I'd finally found friends in - it was my third or fourth year, but the first with us living together. I can speculate the actual reasons why he missed me, but the fact of the matter was that he wrapped me up in his arms when i came back and said it hadn't been the same when I was gone.

I didn't have someone miss me like that again after I left him until I met my current partner and we started talking in 2020. I moved away from Virginia to Michigan two years later to join them up here, and my parents didn't care about anything in my life until i wasn't in the same state anymore. they barely cared now that i was out, but it was enough to throw me for a loop.

Where was this interest and need to know how i was doing 15 years ago? where were you? If I'd missed you and you came to visit me and I'd run up to launch myself into your arms, would you have caught me? would you have cried? would you have held me until you absolutely had to let go because you had to go?

they wouldn't have. because it wasn't about me. they didn't miss me. they wanted to look like Good Parents. and by that point, almost 15 years later, I was done.

It's been almost a year since I cut them off more or less successfully. there was a brief allowance of breakage in the no-contact rule for my grandfather passing earlier this summer. I'm.. still working through that fucked up relationship and my feelings about it, but that's not the point. I don't think they'd be excited or happy to see me, because they never were. I don't think it's changed. I think i could be gone for ten years and they'd never miss me.

I think they think they do. but they just miss knowing what to talk about behind my back.

[mariaashby64]

1,500 Post Milestone

Weyhee, it's been a while since I've done one of these but I'm ready to do the rounds.

First of all I'd like to take a step back to late 2021 which is not long since my last milestone post. I was going through a little bit of a creative slump so my output was a little rough. I was reading some dc comics at the time so I started doing some sketches of Bart Allen while reading the Impulse comic series. The link there is one example, but I filled pages and pages of this guy and, I dunno it just felt good. There's a lot of things I became aware of in my observations details I learned to include in my drawings, inking techniques, types of shading. It was a very prominent period for me where I just sat down and studied, and became a lot better for it.

Next up up is some of my Artfight pieces 1, 2,. Particularly the more detailed pieces where I pushed myself. I was starting to come into my own a bit when it came to line art and shading. And these are a good example of that progress.

YJ Pool Party: A prompt from a friend but one that required me to work on full body drawings within backgrounds. It was a good challenge and I wanted to make more pieces like this in the future.

Bad Time-lines: Another YJ piece but one where I wanted to focus on the composition of image. I was starting to plan my art more. Thumbnail more. This was a very inspired piece and I still like many aspects of it.

Mundane trio: Mirror Rift is never far from my mind but this was one of the first pieces that really felt close to what I'm looking for in my comics. The vibe. The characters existing in the space. This was once of my first inks where I could really reach out and feel "It's them" when I look at it.

Vash Print: Another technical effort but one fuelled very much by passion. I fell very hard into Trigun and this was the first piece in a while that I had put that much effort into shading. It was all very last minute and a bit of a rush, but the fact I pulled through is something that still amazes me to this day.

Melea animation: Technically lot my latest animation but an important milestone nonetheless. I challenged myself with the expressions and the lip-sync. And while there are still many mistakes I can see in it, I still recognise it as an important milestone.

[colorfuldream]

Forgot to bring this one back with:

Marie won 2 Final Fests. No one else is getting that achievement. This also makes them...

The only entire group to have won a Final Fest. Though by design for Grand Festival, whoever won would have had this feat. But I think it's something to point out since they're the ones who got it and I doubt they're losing it any time soon. Hopefully. You also could argue they're also the best idol group as Grand Fest is a glorified idol fest.

That said, good for them! I find it beautiful that they're the ones who won together for the very first time. With what their Final Fest did to them, how cruel it was, it's fitting that they won this one. They've paved the way for the other groups. Ever since their run, Marie in particular wants to get into that industry to help the up and coming talent which is, to me, a clear sign that she, in her own way, wants to prevent what happened to them to happen to anyone else. They've set to retire as idols, almost completely this time, and they got the grand win as a last hurrah. They've had everything. Like... They did it. That's it. Their initial dream has been more than reality, it's time for them to move on and find another. And it's even better when it technically wasn't an idol fest so in-universe it must mean the world to them. I doubt they would have been happy if it had pinned them against their friends and that they crushed them, especially Deep Cut who was the new group that is so far below them (as in they're doing well but they're the least known group and big in the Splatlands, only somewhat popular in Inkadia (compared to other Splatlandian groups, they're HUGE but still niche!)) and got absolutely destroyed (even worse when you take into account their background.... And that they might have been the ones to organize it...).

It's perfectly fitting and the best send-off one could have dreamt of. They won, not as a group but for their ideals, and helped start a new group, their friends, and had a gigantic festival that let them perform every song they had, shine a light on their friends' talents and sing all together. Callie finally got her win and it was with her cousin on their own terms, celebrating their history.

Off The Hook was made together and they were stated to never break up, it's never "Pearl or Marina" but always "Pearl and Marina". Deep Cut is close and nothing seems to affect them despite their competitiveness and flaws. Maybe they'll keep having squabbles or they'll also go through a rough patch but up until now, this isn't in the plans. The Squid Sisters were the only ones to go through all of this, having the threat of their band breaking up and losing contact. Them staying together wasn't a certainty because they're idols and idols separate at some point. They have their own solo careers, as the executives in charge of their group tried to set up with their solos and during the gap between Splatoon 1 and 2. But they fought back and decided to keep going. They want to sing together otherwise they'll do other stuff. I find that Tidal Rush is a way to show it as they reclaim one of the worst moments in their lives as an upbeat song. Tidal Rush was them arguing through their solos, through the wedge drawn between them by others. Blushing Tide is them singing together, fusing their solos together and giving each other the space to shine. Their choreography throughout Three Wishes is also telling a similar story even if they're in idol-mode and using their mirror/yin and yang schtick. It's more natural, you can see their personalities shine through. (Btw it's also visible in everyone, my personal guess is that it was choreographed on purpose in-universe. We know the Squid Sisters and Deep Cut can adhere to a perfect choreography where they all dance the same (minus Big Man). Off The Hook has always done whatever with Pearl just... Not following the script. Even Frye does it more (which makes sense with her childhood) and Deep Cut's schtick is that they do whatever and shine as individuals together. I think it's telling that it was choreographed not in a way to portray every group's schtick but to show their personalities! And that is a HUGE thing for the Squid Sisters!)

Despite anything that could be said about Grand Fest or Splatoon 3 or the way the groups were treated, this was the perfect way to close the Squid Sisters' era. They might be the past now, but they were a meaningful one that we'll remember and cherish for the years to come.

For now, the final point:

An ending. They had a story, multiple arcs, conflict, aspirations and fears. But their story came to an end and it was more than satisfying. What they had was a perfect ending, somehow tailored to them. And I think that's something unique to them. No one else will do it like they did.

Okay so I've seen it a few times now and there are people who genuinely believe the Squid Sisters have the least content out of every group. I mean, I get forgetting Deep Cuts but the Squid Sisters do have as much as Off The Hook. Sure, OTH is starting to look like favorites now but the SS aren't left behind. Here's an itemized list:

They're in every main story mode. They have three whole games about them. The concept of story mode revolves around them. Just because they aren't proactive in them doesn't make it not count. Their quips and banter are what made us care and learn about them. It did flesh them out. They don't have to actively help to be main characters and receive development. The only game you could argue that is Splatoon 3 but it has a writing problem in general. It did close their story, subtle but interesting and well-written (for what Splatoon is), across the three games.

A short story. They're the only ones who have that. That has insane development, providing a lot of details about them. Like, that's a MAJOR thing that's lore-dumping so many things.

They're in almost every concert. They're in all but two concerts. They're canon too. This gives them a lot of presence in the franchise.

Lots of illustrations. Makes sense. Of course they are with how long they've been around. Still an important sign that they're a major part of the franchise (obviously, the main story is about them). It's always nice to see them in different situations anyways. They also get some lore out of them, fleshes them out and whatever. Which brings me to my next point.

Different outfits. It's not only giving us a sense of how they dress, but it's telling a story. Said it before but, for example, we know Marie likes dressing up for Story Mode and be a mentor of some sort. If you pull that string, you can get that she's someone who puts on a façade depending on the occasion and likes teaching/guiding people, her idea of mature and cool is a traditional outfit from her hometown.

Special Fest variants. Yes, they all do. However, the thing that differentiates them is that this is outside their game and, even though they were mostly reskins, they did get fully new outfits and hairstyles which neither other groups did.

Technically, they got a DLC. Even if it's the old hub and basically promo for Side Order.

They're in Smash Bros. That's not nothing. They're not spirits, they're full-on assist trophies. They better be in it honestly, but it's still something they have over the other two groups. It solidifies their status in the franchise.

Many songs, including remixes. Obviously, but they're also on the Splatfest list which never happened before outside of special events. They started it in Splatoon 2's Final Fest and started it in Splatoon 3's regular Fests. They're trend setters! Which leads me to...

Boss Fight. Final Boss, even. Callie started it. Literally. She fought us. The fact that she was The Final Boss™ puts her above the others. They wish they were her.

Solos. They did it first. They've also got not one but two mash-ups of their solos so it gotta count. I would argue that theirs are special too as they're meant to be solo pieces while the Anarchy Poisons are always put together be it on the soundtrack or the concerts. They were made to, and it's lovely, as Deep Cut's continuing the trend OTH's set: a united group that values each other and their work over fame. Their music is made to be together. Anarchy Rainbow and its Poisons is just that, something that's all of them, always. They were also fused in every live version, and the in-game live version, unlike Tide Goes Out and Bomb Rush Blush. These were forcefully mashed up as each sang over the other, desperately trying to drown out their will and win this fight. It's only now, years later, that they get an unexpected mash-up, joyful and harmonious —which in a way is a part of their story, them reclaiming this song as they bring their solos together. The Squid Sisters are working for themselves, they now do whatever they want with their careers and what they sing, how they sing, when they sing is up to them and only them.

They're the end credits of every game. Special mention to Splatoon 3 that just sacrifices its own idol group for them. Unlike Splatoon 2, Deep Cut was involved in Story Mode and for all the 10 minutes they spent in it, the end credits should have been theirs as they sure as hell didn't get a DLC. Their equivalent was a last minute addition at that, unceremoniously added later on without much spotlight. Jeez, they could have had a second collab song instead or something!

They've got the final battle song for every game. Makes sense because it's their story and their games, it's the culmination of their work every single time. Unlike the credits, they at least shared the spotlight with Deep Cut... Hey, if Marie's their boss, doesn't that make her a part of their group or vice-versa? She better be, she's the one handling their paperwork after all (poor woman, it's a mess too and they're not spending wisely. Shouldn't have been talking about becoming a manager, Marie, you're getting roped up in too much silliness and Callie won't help).

Participation in 2 Final Fests. By that, I mean actually having a team and representing it. Otherwise, they're involved in every Final Fest.

Merch. I mean why wouldn't they have some?? But it had to be added. Special note for the concert CD and special edition. I guess I'd put there the interview bit Marie conducted in Splatoon 3's soundtrack bonuses. That's another bit of trivia/insight on her work. The Nintendo Magazine interviews also count as they're relevant to their characters.

Their song is a major part of their world and franchise. Calamari Inkantation has a special place in the lore and the franchise. It's THE song but also THEIR song.

4 amiibos. They might not give their outfits (which I kinda like because I'm not fond of how they did it for the others) but they give out gear related to their story, the game, and that we should have gotten. At least they're fixing that flaw I guess.

Storyline during the Splatfests. Not sure if it should be added but it did culminate into long lasting conflict between the two of them and started their storyline. Since it's missing in Splatoon 3, I think it should be noted. It fleshes them out and makes them feel a bit more alive, like they're affected by the results.

Most of these could apply to Off The Hook too. My point is that the Squid Sisters haven't been neglected, not from Nintendo's point of view. They're more than included, arguably the stars of Splatoon 1 and 3. The thing is that Off The Hook is the fan favorite right now so most of our attention is on them, not the others. The Squid Sisters have also been so ingrained in the franchise that we're used to it. We readily accepted they would be the stars of Splatoon 3 because they took over most of Splatoon 2 until Octo Expansion. We assumed the other two groups would get DLCs, or that Deep Cut would be involved in OTH's like in the Main Story, only to realize that Nintendo didn't give a damn and gave the spotlight to OTH alone in an attempt to replicate what Splatoon 2 did. Obviously, once we got over Side Order, we kinda realized this was unfair and that there was favoritism. It didn't help that OTH was featured in regular battles and that Splatoon 2 and 3 handled Splatfests differently, with special events and work done to the idols. We've come a long way since the first game, which itself had changed plenty during its time, so it feels unfair that the Squid Sisters didn't benefit from what the others got or for as long. That doesn't mean they didn't get a lot and weren't the favorites for a long time.

Now, I'm gonna address the thing that made me write this in the first place:

They do have a story and development. Just because it wasn't in your face doesn't mean it didn't happen.

Up until Splatoon 3, the story wasn't as obvious as it could be when it came to the idols. Marina's background is clear-cut, because you cannot be too subtle about it, but apart from some big lines, it wasn't directly stated, nor was her development in Octo Expansion (it's heavily linked to Agent 8 and the Octavian but the fact that she comes to be comfortable in what species she is and overcomes her fear of being found out and rejected should count as a story). She's fascinating and it's important to the world.

But that doesn't leave the Squid Sisters flat and boring. They had an arc! Them slowly resenting each other because of their time as Splatcast anchors, because they were always pit against each other, because of the way being an idol works, is a story in itself. It was bad enough to get Callie to free Octavio, who's a terrible, dangerous person as far as she knew then, and go to the Octarians, poor, underground enemies. The Hypno-Shades are more like heavily suggesting you to obey, we know that Callie had some sort of free will to put glitter, of all things, into their ink. She also was fully conscious of her actions when freeing Octavio, and we know this guy isn't a mastermind and world class manipulator. Marie wasn't doing much better, working a lot and being stressed. Fame drove them apart and broke Callie down to the point of going to people who wanted hers dead. She freed a war criminal. Once Marie saved her, mostly from her own despair, they decided to do their own thing. They didn't need fame or their careers. Family was more important. Tidal Rush was their solos crashing against each other, not listening and trying to sing over the opponent, until Marie blasted on a song that meant the world to them. The hymn of sea kind. The song that they won that fateful contest with when they were young, the reason why their dream came true. The song that they sang when safinf their dear grandpa, powerful enough to make Octolings give up everything and try to join the surface. A beautiful memory. Something that was theirs. And so they sang. Together. "I remember everything!" The innocent days they practiced for the contest, the terrifying ride to Inkopolis, the nervousness of their first Splatcast. But they were together. She wasn't alone. Marie had always been on her side. Neither of them wanted this. If it had been up to them, nobody would have compared them to each other. They wouldn't have been choices for their last Splatfest. It's a certain kind of cruel to ask which of the two teenage girls was the better one. Callie wasn't angry at Marie, she was angry at the system. She felt awkward, self-conscious, worthless because of her status as a celebrity, because she as a person didn't matter. Her comfort? Who cares. Take the photos, sing the songs, be careful to be perfect. She was overworked, isolated, and the only person she could count on was put in the same position and told she was a competitor.

Fresh Start is the two of them reconnecting away from show business. Going back to their roots. They stop being idols afterwards, they don't sing much anymore. They get their own careers. Callie slowly finds the strength to be in the spotlight after so long and goes back to acting, unlike Marie this seems to be more of her thing. Marie keeps on with her podcast, now using it to hype Callie up. Splatoon 3 even shows us that Callie is some sort of spokesperson, announcing that an Inkopolis stage will undergo reconstruction. She's rebuilding her career on her own and making it her own. The Squid Sisters, while some of the most people in the world, weren't recognized in the Splatlands. Sure, Shiver and Frye probably didn't give a damn about Inkopolis musicians but Big Man is a fan, he's even showed them their music, and he still didn't recognize them. They're known for their music, their names possibly for themselves. Splatoon 3 is the only game not to give them a story, even its details don't imply much. But the previous two games did.

It's a story of two girls who got famous too soon, too suddenly, and got eaten by showbusiness. It's two young women taking their power back and breaking free from the idol life. It's a family that managed to heal from the damage fame caused over the years.

I dunno but I think it's beautiful and I'm a sucker for stories that criticize being an idol and family coming together. The Squid Sisters' entire thing was being idols, that's their entire concept, especially identical ones which is dehumanizing enough. It's fitting and not something you'd expect out of Splatoon of all places but it's the kind of franchise that gets surprisingly deep and dark in its smallest details.

No, they're not neglected or underdeveloped. Their story is there, just not as flashy as you'd expect. Their presence is something we're so used to that we don't clock it anymore, moreso when the other group gets attention too. Splatoon 3 didn't handle the writing well, as fun and silly as it gets, and it shows in a lot of ways. It's easy to go "so what was the point of the Squid Sisters being there?" when the story didn't bother doing anything with them for once but they weren't the only one neglected nor did they not get content in other ways!

[eijiroukiriot]

first sentence game!

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!) from oldest first. see if there are any patterns. choose your favourite opening line.

@hiuythn tagged me in this a million years ago!! and i’m just getting to it now as a way to procrastinate/ease into writing for the day!! but ty much love! 

starting with - 1. fly me to the moon

Some people say that Bakugou has no filter.

2. Sympathy Flowers

The hardest part, for Eijirou, is that he had to hear it from the news.

3. Middle School Nickname

It’s a miracle that the diner hasn’t banned them by now.

4. Navillera

Kyouka always claimed her car was a junker, mostly citing the engine that never stopped rattling, but Mina doesn’t truly believe her until she sees a cassette player where the radio should be.

5. it’s really good to hear your voice

Every night when they go to sleep, the bedroom is dark.

6. the after

Tsubomi doesn’t remember how many times she died, but her bones do.

7. once for me

Everything that’s happening is happening in the middle of the room - the talking, the laughing, the exchanging of gifts and singing of Christmas carols.

8. lightning in a bottle

Eijirou hears the host call out his name and for half a second he mistakes the ringing in his ears for his morning alarm.

9. every little bit (helps the fire burn) 

Katsuki has a problem, and it’s not that a man with bulls’ horns tried to pick him up from kindergarten the other day.

10. and then he kissed me! 

i. “You got a change of clothes?” 

ii. “Don layf.”

iii. In Katsuki’s mind, most things are black and white. 

iv.  “Katsuki.” 

v. The thought’s been rolling around in Eijirou’s mind for weeks, maybe months, but it’s Kaminari who first says, “Man, Bakugou’s really opened up, huh?” 

vi. There are, and Eijirou has counted, a grand total of only so many times a guy can watch the same four action movie reruns on cable before it gets to you. 

16. Easy as 1-2-3

If you were to ask Izuku what sets his kindergarten class apart from the rest of the elementary schoolers, even the first-graders, his answer would be simple, but sure: their unpredictability. 

and to bring us up to 20, a few opening sentences from wips that have not (yet) seen the light! 

17. Above the couch hangs Katsuki’s least favorite picture.

18. Long before they start dating, Katsuki knows Kirishima is weird.

19. Suzuko knew that Kirishima kid last year, but this year, he’s in her class.

20. Eijirou drives the whole way. 

patterns: i love a simple statement opener!! i feel like 9 times out of 10 when i go to start a story or chapter (or even a scene after a break) i default to “simple statement or two, and then dialogue.” i just like the rhythm of it! funnily enough when i was younger i think i started every single thing i wrote with dialogue, which i think can be really effective if you want the scene to hit the ground running, but i think it reminds me of my old writing too much to usually go for it 

favorite(s): probably 6, 8, and 19!! (19 i like for how it sets up the tone of the scene. i swear it’s better with context) 

this was fun so if you want to try it out consider yourself tagged :)

[seiyasabi]

Ripe For The Pickin’

(This is a Yandere Kita x Fem Reader Story! Hopefully y’all like this lmao, sorry if his hick accent is annoying lmao, I thought it gave him ¬flavour¬

Tw: !!noncon!, !misogyny!, breeding kink!, !Detailed postpartum depression!!!, !!!Mentions of attempted suicide and murder of a child!!!, !Mental illness!, !Defeatist attitude!, !Disassociation!,  housewife reader!, threats of physical harm!, manipulation!, mentions of kids!, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution! Note: Part of my family are farmers- my grandpa specifically, and he speaks very similarly to how I wrote Kita’s dialogue (the joking bit). He had a farm in Hawaii growing up, and he always jokes that he’s ‘but a country folk,’ so I mean no offense to those who own a farm. )

Throwing down his work cap on your kitchen table, Kita visibly brightens at your busy form. Your two year old son is balanced perfectly on your hip, your other hand stirring a pot of Udon. The steam rises around your head, slightly flushing your (skin colour) complection. 

Looking up, your eyes immediately meet the white haired male’s, causing you to freeze up momentarily. He sends you a warning look. 

“Welcome Home, Shinsuke,” A wobbly grin spreads across your painted features (just how Kita liked- he likes when you try to look good for him), catching the attention of your son immediately. 

“Daddy!” He practically hops out of your hold, rushing to the large male. Your unwanted husband scoops him up in his buff arms, swinging him around. 

“Whoa, one’a these days yer gonna throw yer Pa’s back out,” He grins happily at his carbon copy, smooching the small boy on his grey hair. 

The little one giggles cutely, basking in his father’s presence. You quickly approach Kita, hugging him from the side, and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, “We’ve missed you all day, My Love,” He always likes it when you’re sappy- it makes him feel wanted. 

At your words, he delivers a lingering kiss to your lip tint stained lips, your son half in your arms and half in your husband’s. You lightly pinch your babe’s cheek, causing him to giggle, before you kiss him on his forehead. Kita visibly brightens at your affectionate side, his open arm wrapping around your waist, “What’cha makin’ fer dinner, Pretty Lady?” 

You cringe internally, yet you can’t help the blush that forms on your pretty face, “Kazue wanted Udon- I hope that’s okay,” Shinsuke nods, a thoughtful look on his face. 

“‘O course,” He lightly pinches your son’s other cheek, “If our growin’ boy wants Udon, by God, he’ll get it.” 

-

Settling Kazue down in his bed, you give the sleeping boy a tender kiss on the forehead. As much as you hate Kita, you don’t have the heart to hate your son. He, like you, didn’t ask to be here, so you decided to be the best mom he could ever have. 

Smoothing his blanket over his lower body, you tuck the other bits under him, and lay his favourite stuffy next to him. Once done, you step away from the slumbering babe, and make your way out of his room. Kita is waiting in the night light lit hallway, leaning against the opposing wall. 

You jump slightly, not expecting him to be there. 

“Is something wrong, Shinsuke?” A practiced smile appears on your face, hands clasping behind your back to keep you grounded. 

He says nothing, motioning you to follow him, before turning and walking towards your shared bedroom. Shuffling after him, you try to still your rapidly beating heart. Did you do something wrong? 

Kita isn’t one to shy away from punishment. If anything, he revels in the momentary feeling of power-that is, until your broken body and mind are left in the aftermath. Then, he can’t help but feel horrible, because in some twisted way, the man truly loves you. So, he’ll try to cuddle and kiss his wrongs away, trying to forget that he’s the catalyst of all the things going wrong in your life. 

Burying those thoughts away, you step into the darkened room, noticing immediately that Kita is settled on his side of the bed. He’s stripping himself of his overshirt, exposing his wife-beater underneath, “Ya know, I think it’s time fer the boy ta have a brother.”

It feels as though the world around you is crumbling. Just when you gain a sense of normalcy, the bastard rips that away from you. 

Your smile visibly wavers, but you try to hold strong, “I-well, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Your hands are trembling, your heart practically being torn from your chest, “Kazue is still a toddler, I think it would be better if he was around five. Then, he can interact with-” Kita holds up a hand, halting your speech. 

“Yer gettin’ too technical fer the simple folk in tha room, Pretty Lady,” He stands to his feet, discarding his slippers, before slipping his baggy jeans off of his lower half, “Jus’ say yer too selfish to give yer lovin’, hardworkin’ husband tha things he deserves-” 

Kita knows that you had postpartum depression. He knows that you not only almost hurt yourself, but also your precious son. He knows that you had to be sedated at one point to even continue living. Yet, it seems like he doesn’t care. 

Tears fill your eyes, as you finally let your feelings become known, “That was horrible to say, Shinsuke. You know how hard it was for me-”

“It was also hard fer me too, ya’know,” He’s doing it again… trying to manipulate you into being the bad guy, “Seein’ ya go bonkers was hard ta’ watch. Plus, seein’ our son almost drown in tha tub-” 

“Stop it!” You finally lose your cool, surprising your usually collected kidnapper, “You don’t get to claim it was hard for you, when everything is your fault!” His mouth open and closes like a dying fish, unsure what to say, “If you waited for me to be ready to have children, I wouldn’t have spiraled out of control. If I was given the help I needed, I wouldn’t have gone psychotic. If you hadn’t stolen me away from my life and forced me to bend to your will, none of this would have happened!” By now, you’re a sobbing mess. He always does this. Kita always breaks you down until you seem crazy, but you’re not. You’re just tired of how he treats you like a baby maker, tired of how he treats you like nothing, yet claims you’re his entire world. 

But, when you hear him sigh softly to himself, you know that he doesn’t care about your feelings, “Do I need to use the gag? I thought we were above that.” 

Knowing that refusal won’t be tolerated or respected, you don’t bother wasting anymore of your breath. Slipping off your house slippers, you shuck off your dress, revealing your bare chest and panties. More tears slip down your face, as you lay down on your large shared bed. 

Shinsuke grins at your compliance, quickly moving between your legs, and stripping you of your drawers. His rough fingers rub at your clit and slit, “Good girl. ‘Ya know yer man jus’ wants what’s good fer ya, an’ a baby is good fer any good woman.” 

You ignore him, but he doesn’t seem to care. Kita continues to rub against your clit, trying to coax an orgasm out of you. But, you don’t give him the satisfaction. 

Staring at the ceiling, you let your mind go. Your dissociated body reacts well to his ministrations, your arousal coating your thighs, as they tremble in lieu of an orgasm. 

His fingers dig in deep, as they force your pussy open. Feeling how relaxed you are, he decides that you’re loose enough to go right in. 

Pulling out his thick cock, he bumps the head against your slick cunny, “Don’ worry, Darlin’, yer man will take good care of ya,” He slides in with relative ease, your hips bumping against his.  

The normal constricting feeling in your chest has long since faded, instead, the feeling of acceptance at the fact that you couldn’t get out of this replaced it. 

Your body jolts and rolls with Kita’s harsh thrusts, his panting warm against your neck, “Yer so good fer me, (Your Name), yer gonna bear me healthy sons,” The gummy walls of your pussy knead his cock thoroughly, trying to milk him for everything he’s got, “I knew you were perfect fer the takin’.” 

He forces your knees next to your head, the head of his cock bashing into your cervix painfully. Fortunately, that was enough to set your body off. A gush of cum drenches the both of you, as Kita slams himself inside of you entirely, allowing your womb to be filled to the brim with his fertile cum. 

“Ya never disappoint, Darlin’,” He smooches you on your lax lips, ignoring the fact that your head is practically empty, “Maybe you’ll have twins this time.” 

With that, he starts his hardcore pace one more. 

But, you can’t bring yourself to care. As long as you can drift away from the events unfolding in front of you, 

[bonny-kookoo]

Jimin: No Type 🔞

"I'm serious- you're tired of being a boy-toy, and I'm tired of wasting my time, so let's date." You tell him, and for some reason, he agrees. He doesn't know why because technically you're absolutely not his type- but it doesn't matter, because the love that blooms between the two of you makes it all worth it.

Tags/Warnings: dog groomer!Reader, Choreograph!Jimin, bratty! Reader, brat tamer!Jimin, Dom!Jimin oops, fluff, smut, a bit of angst too but you gotta squint and put glasses on ig

"Yeah but what I'm trying to say is-" you start, scoffing when Jimin takes a fry from your plate. "-that Hannah wasted a perfectly good batch of cookies by leaving the package open. They turned all stale and soft.." You say, playfully slapping his hand when he reaches for your food again.

"I mean," He starts, glaring at you in a warning that makes you retract your hand from hitting his again, albeit with a pout. "She probably didn't mean to. Why are you so mad about it baby?" He chuckles, stealing a chicken nugget from you as you whine.

"Because those were yours!" You exclaim. "You bought me those, remember? So I can snack while at work?" You say. He nods, and grins.

This is what he's come to learn about you. People think of you as such a confident, loud and chaotic person, but once you both started genuinely dating, he's come to see so many more sides to you. You're soft at heart, and while you can sometimes come off as a bit rough, you truly care about the people you love.

Him, for example.

While he'd been very unsure at first about your intentions, unable to quite believe that you were serious when asking him out one night, he'd come to learn that you're actually a very sweet person. He remembers your first kiss, pressing his lips onto yours after you'd excitedly told him about how you'd seen him on YouTube now, happy about his success. He couldn't help himself back then, and it got even better after seeing your red face afterwards, shyness consuming you as you'd suddenly made up an excuse about your snake at home having to get fed, rushing out.

You later texted him a several line long apology, assuring him that you did actually like what he did, but that you're awkward as hell and your snake actually did need a bit of attention or it would've been sad. It was easier for you to convey certain emotions and intentions via text, having a safe distance between you two- and you also sometimes cut contact down completely when you got too upset, something he'd been not that happy about in the past. It had been a nasty habit of yours; rather hiding away than risk hurting him by saying something you don't mean.

Because you know what that feels like- having been hurt by words in the past way too often.

He also remembers the first time.. together with you.

He remembers the first time you'd invited him over, the terrarium of your snake (Franklyn, or Frank for short, mistakenly named with a male name after her past owner just didn't bother checking), and how careful you'd been with your pet. It had been a huge thing for him to be close to an animal like this- but for you, he'd jumped over his own shadow, your happy face worth it all the way.

He remembers that time he'd picked you up from work; watching as you were cuddling a giant Saint Bernard with a grin on your face, so sweet and cute that he couldn't help but fall for you even further than he'd already done.

He'd been very unsure about it at first, still somewhat hesitant- but then you'd sat in front of him, all shy and hesitant, and as you told him just so.. raw and unmasked how you'd felt about him, he knew that this was actual love. He'd broken down the last wall inside of him that night, letting you inside his heart all the way while he lost himself in the feeling of you.

Ever since then, you both had been attached at the hip.

He'd become quite fond of you; learning how to handle you to make sure you didn't step out of line as often as you used to. He was getting pretty good at keeping you in check these days, not intimidated by your attitude anymore after slowly learning that you're all bark and no bite- at least with him. It funny enough only took a simple glance of his to silence you if needed, and while you yourself always commented that he was being unfair and mean, friends around you were convinced that it was the cutest thing ever.

They all have made it into an inside joke that Jimin is probably getting dommed by you in the bedroom.

Something that's absolutely hilarious to him, considering the situation you're in right after that small date today; underneath him, while he presses himself against your back, arched in pleasure as he holds you close. You're whining,breathing heavily, but you don't dare tell him to move-

Because at the end of the day, he calls the shots.

He doesn't say a thing, doesn't need to, as he simply smiles against your neck, placing kisses against the skin there that made you shudder. Only then does he move again, effortlessly bringing his hips back and forth in a rhythm he seems fit. You're grabbing the sheets in your hands, fists holding them tightly as he reaches over to place his own hands over yours, engulfing them in a comforting manner.

Your head is empty, only filled with him, and nothing else.

"So pretty." He comments, as he presses his lips against your neck, making you whimper out as you struggle to stay upright. So you let yourself fall forwards, last orgasm having ended up taking all your strength away as you breathe heavily. "Too much?" He asks, uncaring about his own pleasure as he checks up on you.

And so you do.

You simply nod, opening your mouth and he knows you're about to apologize. "Don't." He warns, getting up to walk into the bathroom- probably to get something to clean you up with. You don't notice, barely awake, as he chuckles and smiles, giving you a comforting glance. "You can sleep baby, I'll handle everything." He promises, and you know he will. You trust him.

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Hello! I really enjoy your densi fics. I was wondering if you could do one where Deeks finishes a deep undercover assignment and comes home to find out Kensi is pregnant. Thanks 😊.

A/N: Hi anon, thank you! This could take place any time in the last few seasons and is slightly AU.

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A Little Moment of Joy

“Hey, Deeks.”

Deeks flailed in his seat, knocking away the hand that nudged his shoulder, and coming awake instantly. It took a few more seconds for him to realize he was in a car and not a the rundown apartment that had been his home for the last 8 weeks and the hand belonged to his undercover partner.

Wincing, Deeks released his vice-like grip on Paul Nelson and pushed himself up in the passenger seat. Paul glanced over at him, one hand settled on the steering wheel as he pulled into a parking lot outside a Macdonald’s. Even in the dark shadows of the car’s interior, Deeks could see concern in his eyes.

“You ok, Deeks?” he asked.

Rubbing the remains of sleep out of his eyes, Deeks nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Sorry I fell asleep.”

“No problem, I think you earned it.”

Deeks he supposed he had. This time around he’d been yet another pillar of society: a pawnshop owner who made illegal sales in the back of the shop. It wasn’t the most dangerous op ever, but he’d hated taking advantage of people down on their luck in order to maintain his cover.

He was silent again, ruminating on it all, until Paul nudged his shoulder again,.

“I was going to grab a sandwich, do you want anything?” he offered.

“Nah, I just want to get home.”

***

Kensi sat on the couch, one foot jiggling as she waited. She’d received a two-word text from Deeks 3 hours ago, “it’s done”, and even though it had been after midnight, she knew there was no way she’d fall asleep. So instead she paced around the house for an hour before curling up on the couch.

This would be the first time she’d see Deeks since he left. His partner, an FBI agent, provided occasional updates, but they were little more than assuring the team Deeks was still alive. As much as Kensi appreciated his efforts, she still hated being separated from Deeks, and most of all, not being able to protect him.

She bunched the sleeves of her t—shirt-technically Deeks’ shirt—around her hands. Maybe it was cliche, but Kensi had missed Deeks even more than usual and needed the comfort of his scent and the familiar feeling of the fabric against her skin. She’d needed a lot of comfort lately.

Without thinking, Kensi cradled her stomach, thoughts turning to the tiny life inside. When the nausea and unpredictable emotions hit a few weeks after Deeks left, she assumed it was the result of prolonged anxiety.

Then one morning while she was munching on the plainest cookies she could find, something clicked. Two pregnancy tests and two very red lines later, she had her answer. Despite her excitement, the moment was unbearably bittersweet with Deeks’ absence.

The loud noise of the front door being unlocked echoed through the nearly silent house, and Kensi hastily untangled her stiff legs as Deeks slipped through the door. She rushed to him, rocking him back with the force of her embrace.

“Oh my god, baby, I missed you so much,” Kensi murmured, looping her arms around his neck. Deeks clung to her, rocking back and forth slightly for several long moments. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck with a small whimper.

“Missed you too.”

Kensi eased back just enough to reach her hand between them and brushed his overgrown bangs from his forehead.

“Oh, Sweetie, you look so tired.” His usual tan was faded from limited time in the sun, emphasizing the grayness around his eyes.

“Didn’t get much sleep the last week,” he explained in a rough voice. “Or really before that. But the guy we took down did most of his business at night and he wanted me to prove myself. Made it as nasty as he could.”

“I’m sorry,” Kensi said, rubbing her hand down his back. He shrugged as though he didn’t have the energy for more. “Did you eat anything?” she continued, running her hands over his torso. “You feel skinnier.”

That was kind of an understatement. Kensi was slightly horrified by how loosely his t-shirt hung and how easily she felt his ribs underneath.

His response was a little delayed. “No.”

“Ok, come in the kitchen and I’ll make you something,” she offered. Deeks took her hand, following her along without protest, sinking onto one of the chairs while she threw together some leftovers.

She places a bowl of steaming food in front of him a few minutes later. Deeks offered her a crooked, if tired smile, chin supported by his fist before taking a bite.

“Now I know you must be starving. You didn’t even comment about the dry chicken or how surprised you are that I didn’t blow up the stove.”

Deeks chuckled softly, the sound barely audible, and gave another tired sigh.

“Kens, I’ve been living out increasingly bad takeout. This is the best thing I’ve eaten in weeks,” he said, taking another bite. He pulled a slight face. “The floor’s a little dirty though.”

Kensi shook her head, for once grateful for the jokes at her expense.

“I’ll get the vacuum out first thing in the morning,” she promised.

He continued eating for a few more minutes before stalling out about half way through. His eyes looked a little distant, almost defeated, as he stared down at the table.

Kensi brushed his hair back again, shifting her hand down to cup his cheek.

“Hey, be honest with me, how bad was it this time?” She braced herself, waiting for the worst. There was a reason Deeks was sought out for deep covers like this.

“No, it wasn’t that bad,” he insisted. “Sometimes I just get so sick of doing this kind of thing though. Of conning little old ladies out of their husband’s watches because in the grand scheme of things it’s for the greater good.” He sighed heavily, not managing a smile this time. “Ignore me. I’m just feeling sorry for myself.”

“Don’t apologize, Deeks. These cases take a toll on anyone,” Kensi told him. Her heart ached for him, like it did whenever he was so low. “What can I do to make it better?”

“Another hug,” he whispered hopefully. Kensi leaned over the table, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“I don’t know if know is exactly the right time,” Kensi whispered after a minute. “But, um, I have a surprise that might cheer you up.”

“What kind of surprise?” Deeks asked, showing the most interest she’d seen in the last half hour.

“Just wait.” Kensi held up a finger, running to the master bathroom to grab a little plastic baggy. She hurried back to the kitchen, hand tucked behind her back. “I wanted to wrap it, but didn’t exactly have a chance,” she said, offering the bag to Deeks.

He accepted it with a raised eyebrow as he dumped out the contents. He squinted for a second before his eyes widened with sudden understanding and he glanced up, mouth open slightly.

“Baby, is this—are these positive pregnancy tests?”

“Uh-huh.” She pressed her lips together.

“We’re pregnant?” he whispered, sounding stunned.

“Pretty sure,” Kensi said, tears filling her eyes as he let out a choked sound.

“Oh my god.” He stood up and grasped Kensi around the waist, gently spinning in a circle. Cupping the back of her head, drawing her in for a kiss.

“I take it you’re happy,” Kensi joked when they parted, and he snorted, eyes shining with as many tears as hers.

“This is the best surprise ever,” he confirmed. “Are you happy? I know we definitely didn’t plan getting pregnant right now.”

“Yes.” She nodded simply. “Having you back, having our baby, it’s everything I want.”

“Me too.”

As Deeks got to his knees and lifted her shirt to kiss her stomach, Kensi knew she meant every word. This was her world.

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A/N: I realize that the tone kind of changes quickly, but I didn’t want to play the whole “this is too dangerous” line again. I view it as Deeks getting good news just when he needs it.

Thanks for the prompt!